Halfway through the interrogation, a mage coughed lightly and whispered a few words to the senior Imperial officer. The officer then gestured for Ang to bring over Vic's belongings. Without hesitation, Ang handed over Vic's wand, bloodstained magic robe, and Magic Waist Pouch. The robe still bore traces of blood and gave off a faint rusty smell, sending a chill through the room. The mage from the Imperial Mage Association frowned but said nothing, immediately beginning a spell to break the seal on the Magic Waist Pouch.
Snap!
With a soft sound, the seal on the Magic Waist Pouch was released. The mage's expression remained cold as he turned it upside down without hesitation. Its contents spilled out like a flood: several finely bound Magic Books, a small bottle of crystal-clear Magic Potion, several oddly shaped Rune Stones, and some seemingly ordinary yet intricately patterned small components.
Everyone gathered around, staring at the items as they tried to find the Space Gem Vic had mentioned. The mage searched through the pile for a while but found nothing. His face immediately darkened.
Vic, however, leaned leisurely against the back of his chair, a smug smile appearing on his face. He deliberately raised his brows and drawled, "Hahaha, you idiots really thought I would carry the Space Gem on me?"
As he spoke, he suddenly burst into wild laughter, a trace of madness in his voice. His gaze swept over everyone present before finally landing on Ang, where it lingered briefly. Ang's expression did not change. He merely lowered his head to straighten his cuff, as if he had not noticed Vic's gaze at all. No one else paid attention to this scene. Only a complicated emotion flashed through Vic's eyes before his laughter grew even more unrestrained.
One mage snorted coldly